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The Tiger.
by Louis Bertrand Shalako
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All Rights Reserved
You may wonder why I walk this way
You may ask why I sit this way
How come you never walk a straight path?
You may ask
Why are you so quiet?
You ask
Where did you learn to listen that way?
And why are your eyes so strange?
You may well ask
I am a tiger
A lean and hungry tiger
A wet, cold tiger
A lonely tiger
One with no home range
A tiger has no friends
Only enemies and prey
I’m a very tired tiger
Yet I cannot sleep
My ears will hear the wind in the trees
And in the darkest hour of night
I will arise and move on again
I am a tiger
Sometimes it’s hard being a tiger
Sometimes I want to weep, but don’t
‘Cause I’m a tiger
I guess that saying I’m a tiger is to say
I’m always hungry, always alert
Always watching
Listening and smelling
Waiting
For you.
c2010
All Rights Reserved
You may wonder why I walk this way
You may ask why I sit this way
How come you never walk a straight path?
You may ask
Why are you so quiet?
You ask
Where did you learn to listen that way?
And why are your eyes so strange?
You may well ask
I am a tiger
A lean and hungry tiger
A wet, cold tiger
A lonely tiger
One with no home range
A tiger has no friends
Only enemies and prey
I’m a very tired tiger
Yet I cannot sleep
My ears will hear the wind in the trees
And in the darkest hour of night
I will arise and move on again
I am a tiger
Sometimes it’s hard being a tiger
Sometimes I want to weep, but don’t
‘Cause I’m a tiger
I guess that saying I’m a tiger is to say
I’m always hungry, always alert
Always watching
Listening and smelling
Waiting
For you.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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